Archive for April, 2013

“… no cares in this world; where a girl loves a boy…”

Posted in Uncategorized on April 30, 2013 by A♠

“It’s queer how out of touch with truth women are. They live in a world of their own, and there had never been anything like it, and never can be. It is too beautiful altogether, and if they were to set it up it would go to pieces before the first sunset. Some confounded fact we men have been living contentedly with ever since the day of creation would start up and knock the whole thing over.”

Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

The ‘sphere is big on a man maintaining “frame control”.

Meaning a woman should enter the man’s reality.

Never the converse.



Now, I agree with that, in part.

But all things in moderation.

(The irony of the fact that I, a man with a terribly addictive personality, am saying this is not lost on me.)



I’m a firm believer in that the very thing that makes a woman dangerous is the very same thing that makes her desirable.

A woman that brings to the table a light–hearted world, replete with warmth, comfort and nurturing, is a treasure.

A lack of basis in the cold light of day merely makes it all the more important.

It is, in fact, a gift.



Marx once said:

“Religion is the opiate of the masses.”

To me, a good woman is the opiate for a man.

Providing much needed relief from the pains and suffering of the harsh world.



For a man, the woman’s world is a bad place to live.

But it can be a great place to vacation.



In short:

The key doesn’t lie in a complete denial of anesthetics.

Merely the appropriate and timely dosage of such.



“I heard an echo but the answer had changed…”

Posted in Uncategorized on April 30, 2013 by A♠


More and more, I hear in the ‘sphere of “player burn–out”.

Can’t say I didn’t warn you:


I always chuckle when I see Roissy’s banner (the one I made for him).

Though the layout is mine, the words are his own:

“…where pretty lies perish.”


I wonder if he sees it.

I wonder if he knows what I do.

And simply continues, willingly oblivious, down the river.

Not wanting his final words to be:

“The horror! The horror!”

After all, few would want to be buried alone, in a muddy hole, in the wilderness by sycophants bound to their memory by fearful awe.


But that’s the rub, isn’t it?

Anyone can kill for the cause.

But who will preach it to the ignominious grave?

And therein lies the paradox:

The individual is everything.

Yet, the individual is nothing.



“Follow me into the desert, as thirsty as you are…”

Posted in Uncategorized on April 29, 2013 by A♠


I’ve written previously:


Respect is not opinion but fact. This is difficult for many to grasp. One can be loved or hated and still respected. In fact, what healthy women would call “love” is not at all what most would believe. It is respect – hence, hypergamy (the constantly trading up). This is why, when a woman says “You’re such a jerk, I don’t know why I love you.”, it seems paradoxical. This also why Remarque says in All Quiet On The Western Front that battle brings men closer together than if they were lovers.


Love is like shit:

It rolls downhill.

Respect is like a balloon:

It rises to the greatest reachable height.


Men love women.

Women love children.


Children respect women (to a point).

Women respect men.


See, “love”  is God’s greatest invention in the sense that it makes us do things that run contrary to what cold, self–interested reason would have us do.

Thereby, in theory, making the world a better place.


Women can’t replace children easily because they “love” them.

Women can replace men easily (relatively, at least) because they merely respect them.

And finding someone respectable is far easier than finding someone “lovable”.


This is why women are so confused when men are devastated by a break-up.

They think:

“Why does he not simply move on?

It’s just a girl .”

(I was told those exact words, once.)

This is also why they can (comparatively) go from one man to another with little difficulty.


See, for the preponderance of human history, men did not need women to “love” them.

Since the harshness of the world guaranteed, more or less, their attention and fealty.

Whereas, women needed men to “love” them (along with children) for the very same reason.

The harshness of the world saw no reason for men to do so, therefore “love”  entered the picture.


It’s also why women crave a man’s emotional attachment and, simultaneously, dislike logic.

Because reason gives little, if any, incentive to bond with them.


The current state of affairs in the Western world provides evidence enough for my conjecture.








“Hello, don’t you know me? I’m the dirt beneath your feet…”

Posted in Uncategorized on April 27, 2013 by A♠

Doctor Illusion writes:




I disagree with all of you.

They, and everyone that works for less than that, should be bumped up to that salary.


The government gets rid of welfare, WIC and foodstamps.

Instead, it pays the difference in the salary between the employer’s rate and $15.

This will encourage people to work, rather than choose to take more money to do nothing (as they do now, which I can’t entirely blame).

It will create a greater tax base from which to draw.

It will encourage greater habits and choices in those that want to eat and/or have a family.

It will permit those actually currently trapped in poverty to pay for training to move up; teaching them to fish rather than giving them fish (foodstamps/WIC).

It will be far cheaper, in the long run.

Of course, big business will take advantage and pay people even less, thereby letting the government foot the bill.

But that will at least come with the possibility they will hire more people and expand operations.

Crime will also be reduced if for no other reason than you are keeping people busy.

And giving them something to lose.





“I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back…”

Posted in Uncategorized on April 27, 2013 by A♠

I’m often told my words are “dark” and “morbid”.

Even though comments are sparse and infrequent.



I suppose most don’t understand me.

Or write me off as a cynic.

Or are simply stunned into silence.

I seem to have that effect on people.



I accept all of the above.

Because someone must say these things.

There’s a reason I’m almost exclusively the “philosophy” section of Viva La Manosphere.

It’s because I “gaze deep into the abyss”.

Knowing full well it “gazes back into me”.



I could, with little effort, cop the styles of Roissy, Delicious Tacos, Rollo, et al.

But, as a wise man once said:

“Hit counts ain’t Heaven.”

So, instead, I’ll keep to the path I’ve chosen.

Sharing what I know.

Revealing what I see—

de profundis.



Since we can never hope to understand why we’re here, if there’s even anything to understand, the individual should choose a goal and pursue it wholeheartedly, despite the certainty of death and the meaninglessness of action.

– Martin Heidegger




“God is on your side, but I don’t think that you’re on His…”

Posted in Uncategorized on April 24, 2013 by A♠

I’m going to tell you something you won’t like.

Not even a little.

You’ll get angry.


Rant and rage at me.

But in the end—

I’ll still be right.


Do you want to preserve freedom?

Truly, deeply and abidingly preserve it?

Here’s how (though it will never happen):

Take all the money that would be spent on increased surveillance.

More troops.

More police.

More machines, drones and weapons built and bought to “keep us free”.

Take it all–every last dime:

And put it in one big account to pay for state funerals.


Purchase burial plots.

Fund pomp and circumstance.

Give payments to the decedents’ relatives.

All for/to the victims of anything the government officially declares an “act of terrorism”.


Show those that would attack us in order to make our government so overbearing as to incite rebellion (which is the actual goal of True terrorism, for those that do not know how it really works) we are willing to die for our liberty and we memorialize (while caring for loved ones left behind) those that make such a sacrifice.

Prove to those that would use “false flags” there is nothing to be gained by such actions; only further losses of both potential income and able–bodied slaves.


When the dead begin to mount:

Change no laws.

Continue as I have written.


Now, this is not to say we should not defend ourselves from invading armies.

Certainly, we should.

But freedom and liberty are not, and have not been for decades, jeopardized by large, foreign forces.


As both the early Christians and the American civil–rights movement understood:

Killing for a goal only cements it in the temporal.

While dying for a goal cements it in the eternal.







“Close my eyes just to look at you…”

Posted in Uncategorized on April 19, 2013 by A♠

I recall her sitting in the living room.

(That’s morbidly funny.)

Bathrobe and nightshirt.

Catheter and bag – filling slowly with blood and urine.

Chemo chíc.



Her best friend and I nearby.

She starts expounding on delicate subjects from days past.

I chuckle, saying:

Mom, should you be talking about this?



She stares back, Death swaying behind dilated pupils.

The glint in them is light reflected off its scythe.

She retorts:

“I’ve had a head full of secrets for more than 25 years.

I have so much dirt on so many people.

I don’t care; it’s coming out now.”



Most would recoil in horror.

But I smile.

I just smile.

Horrors, after all, are my stock and trade.